WEEK 7

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 7

[Seven weeks later. Half of your number remains.

Nothing in the opera house seems all that different. The Box Office door has been locked after the death of its occupant, and there's a new copy of the house rules nailed to the front, with the last one circled heavily in black ink. The point has been made; the rest of you had better play your parts.

The crew members still aren't visibly walking the halls, but every so often there's movement in your peripheral vision, or vague half-heard whispers from the shadows. Every so often there's a thud or a snicker from inside the Merchandise Booth, though the stagehand inside will continue handing out prizes to those who earn them.

This may be your last week here. Make the most of it.]

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[ooc: don't forget to submit your memories and check into the roll call!]

Comments

[aflatouttahell]

[Luckily, she doesn't seem too offended.]

I don't blame you. But I can tell you my dad wouldn't try to trick us, if he was behind this. He's got all the sins going for him, and Pride is definitely one of them. He wouldn't talk to us through a proxy.

[dontfeedplants]

I guess it's nice to know that your dad wouldn't hide from us. But I always thought Satan was supposed to be sneaky, like you wouldn't know for sure until it was too late.

[Yees that was kind of close to home for him to say.]

[aflatouttahell]

He can be, but if he did something this involved he'd want to make sure his name was on it, you know? Sneaky is more for the one-on-one stuff.

[Sorry about your plan(e)t, buddy]

[dontfeedplants]

That makes sense. This is all very... grand. If someone was really prideful about all of this, they would probably want to show it off in any way they can.

...But hopefully we can find out who exactly is behind all of this soon. They can't keep hiding from us forever, can they?

[aflatouttahell]

Nope. We'll get them, one way or another. I think we're on the right path to forcing them out.